It reached the depth of my cunt. I wanted this depth to be explored by a cock. But for the past 16 years, there was no one, and today, I found the per...ect cock in the most unlikely place.He stopped and lifted my leg, and placed it on his shoulder. It was difficult to get in that position, but he was doing all the things. He once again placed his cock on my warm wet pussy. Again he pushed hard.“Aah!”I did not know I was this flexible. My husband would fuck me in missionary and woman-on-top only.. . Then, there was the incident six months ago when everything changed. He had blamed himself for what happened. That wasn't logical since Rhonda had instigated it. However, he wasn't thinking clearly anymore. He reasoned that he could have prevented it but instead he stood there and moaned in pleasure as his teenaged daughter sucked his penis. It had embarrassed and mortified him. What was even worse, he had masturbated a hundred times thinking of that night.When Robert came back downstairs,. We enjoyed his company, but Carole, especially, was having fun. You could feel it in the air as they looked at one another, talked and laughed. It made her all the sexier to me, but at the same time, I was jealous of her interest in this good-looking stranger. He was definitely the type we guys call a "panty dropper". And truth be told, I know how my wife is, at least in her fantasies. He for sure was a Carole panty dropper.I let it go on. It was quite a sexy show, after all, to this voyeur.. Always blaming his actions on "the man" Shaheed is soon going to learn the true meaning of free will. Shaheed's chance meeting with Madame D will soon alter his life. It was a humid night in Harlem. The type of night you wanted to sleep away but couldn't because your skin stuck to the sheets. Shaheed stood outside on the stoop of his halfway house smoking a cigarette. He worked as an unskilled laborer in a light bulb factory in Brooklyn. He stood there, bored, tired and hot. The fact that.